#yeah. i'm insane

[idolpyre]

thinking about the lovers of valdaro and thinking of how the no spin members bodies were found in the aftermath of the fire. thinking of them huddled around minjun, all entangled with each other because if they were to die in this soundproof tomb, than at least they would all die together. no spin truly ended with the four guys that originally started it.

[andi-o-geyser]

a full SAGA of chaos choices at the diner in the centre of your mind

[shepscapades]

[Part 1] [PART 2] [Part 3]

The unexpected return of a face Xisuma never thought he'd see again.

[generichoneydew]

Of all the duos I was expecting to get out of II15, this was certainly not one of them 32/52

[songthursh]

A very, VERY basic doctors argument

[alicent-archive]

Aegon being happy to see his brother fly towards him.

Aegon being happy because FINALLY they can do this together and fight for a common cause for ONCE in their lives.

Aegon seeing Vhagar and smiling, unaware that this will be the last time his face forms such an expression.

Aegon seeing his brother and then feeling confusion and then shock and then pain, before feeling scorched and weightless.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[egophiliac]

oh no, I love them

(super quick doodles done between other stuff, there will be better things later I promise :')

[setaflow]

People in the comments of the Assassin's Creed: Shadows trailer becoming armchair historians trying to explain why Yasuke shouldn't be a protagonist actually are hilarious. Like besties this is a franchise where people can control eagles with their minds and a good 5% of the population are descended from evil psychic aliens. I THINK we can expand on a story of Japan's only-recorded African koshō without it jumping the shark.

[souenkun]

I need the pokemas anniversary to come soon so we can hopefully see volo go batshit crazy again for the second time!!!

[liauditore]

how many belts and buckles does she need someone save me.

[idyllcy]

soul - grim reaper x reader

The sound of skin slapping skin echoes through the room as he whimpers, your name coming out as frantic whines as you rock your hips on him, a mix of sweat and cum staining your inner thighs as you continue at it.

"Come on." You tug on his hair as he buries his face into your chest, ears an impossible shade of red. "You're practically begging to cum right now. What do people say when they want something."

"p-please." He whines.

"Please what?" You ask him, throwing your head back as your grip on his hair tightens.

"p-please, master." He moans, dick twitching inside of you as he does.

"My, my." You smile wickedly. "You sure are desperate, hm? Well, just for you, I suppose."

You clench around him, sending him over the edge as he spills into you, biting your collar as he finishes, resting his head there as he catches his breath.

He moves to help you finish next, fingers flying to help you out frantically, repeating your name like a mantra, other hand flying to lace his fingers with yours, eyes growing wide as he feels you tighten around him, pressing his lips to your pulse as he sucks, sending you over the edge as you spasm around him, tears in your eyes.

"Master..." He mumbles into your skin. "my pretty soul."

[introspectivememories]

too many of you guys think nico is the loser and not lewis for letting the divorce go on for so long. like they're both losers about each other. emotionally constipated idiots who can't talk about their toxic homoerotic friendship that imploded on itself like 8 years ago and are now making it everyone else's problem. yeah nico's on television or in beer gardens talking about lewis all the time but like every other month some reporter is like "lewis, what's your favorite moment in your career?" and lewis no hesitation is like "oh man, karting, y'know? everything was simpler then" and then spends another six months skirting around nico's name. like this whole thing they're doing in the media isn't some kinda extended foreplay for them. they're both still pressing on the bruise to make sure it's still there!!! every few months, they're literally just asking on public television, does it still hurt for you like it does for me? and like clockwork, someone will release new information about them or one of them will say something about each other (in my heart, he's still my best friend/yes... and teammate) and the answer will remain the same, yes, of course, always.

[average-hua-cheng-fan]

another reason i think that xie lian felt an instant connection on the ox cart is because he and hua cheng both grew up in xianle.

there are maybe 4 people still alive that grew up in that culture. based on my own experience, you can pick up on things like accent, cadence, references, and humor that suggest a person is from the same place as you without consciously noticing it. that sense of comfort and similarity probably played into their instant chemistry.

[r-aindr0p]

Read dungeon meshi up to vol.8 so far, so here you go Can't stop taking back the (vol.8) book and looking through the pages again and again and I'm wondering why does Mithrun just... grab Not even to use his magic, he just... grabs...

[thebibliosphere]

I don't know if I'll ever finish it, but occasionally, I am reminded that I started writing crackfic based on a dream I had after playing too much Garden Life and also reading too many Nightwing comics, and I'll open up the document and laugh myself sick at how awful a time Slade Wilson is having in my haunted flower shop AU.

He's been ripped body and soul out of his genre and into a cozy Hallmark movie with undercurrents of cosmic horror, and there's nothing he can do about it. Worst of all, the human he kidnapped is unkillable. At least by him.

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Slade took a menacing step forward, then stopped dead in his tracks, unable to move another inch. "The fuck."

He looked down at his boots, struggling to uproot them from the dirt-strewn floor. When that failed, he gave up and took a desperate swing across the shop counter. The little witch didn't even flinch. She didn't need to. The same invisible force wrapped around his arm, holding it in place as he strained his outstretched hand toward her neck.

"What the fuck did you do?" he demanded, arm shaking as sweat began to bead down his brow.

"Me?" she asked, far too innocently, like butter wouldn't melt in that smug, annoying mouth. "Bless your heart, dearie, that's not me. That's the plot armor."

"Plot what?"

"Armor," she repeated slowly for him. "I know you're familiar with the word. I've seen that discounted Spirit Halloween ensemble you call a costume."

Slade snarled, renewing his efforts to crush her windpipe. "I know the word. What does it mean?"

"It means I'm protected. The story can't advance without me, so you're stuck with me." She smiled sweetly. "Lucky you."

"Story? What story? What the fuck are you talking about?"

"This one," she said, gesturing around them as though that explained anything. "The one we're in. The one you pulled me into. The one I can't leave until you figure out whatever the fuck you're supposed to be doing. So if you could hurry up and do that, that'd be great. I've got shit to do, and it doesn't involve holding your hand through whatever bullshit character arc crisis you're going through."

"Lady," Slade breathed out through gritted teeth, "you are fucking insane."

"Oh, sweety," she drawled, leaning across the counter and causing his arm to draw back of its own volition, not allowing him to get a hold of her throat, as she patted him condescendingly on the cheek. Clearly, whatever bullshit proximity magic she was pulling didn't apply to her ability to touch him. "You don't know the half of it."